When the banner billboard of the "Xinlei" martial arts training institution, Ziyu climbed the long bamboo ladder and carefully hung it on the top of the gate, Zixuan jumped to her brother's side with cheerful steps.

She stared at her brother, her eyes as adoring as ever.

It's a Sunday, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn breeze is cool.

It's good that the day before yesterday, I distributed those leaflets to the children, and so far, 30 students have been accepted. One-third of the children turned out to be middle school students in the seventh and eighth grades from Wenxiu Middle School, which is adjacent to the elementary school.

Time passes like a book.

In the blink of an eye, the "Xinlei" martial arts training center has been open for more than half a month, and the children have come more diligently. Under Ziyu's patient teaching, they gradually mastered a little basic skills.

Several children also brought their classmates to sign up, but Ziyu controlled the number of students in each class to less than 20 and stopped enrollment.

He arranged the students into two classes, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

The morning training time is 8:30-10:30, and the afternoon training time is 2:30-4:30.

Not taught at night.

Eliminating the trouble of students boarding in the afternoon, compared to the affairs of the "Red Bud" nursery center, the work of the martial arts training class is simply too simple-

All he had to do was box, correct the posture of the students, and make demonstration movements...... The right to teach during the day should be to exercise yourself! I didn't do a class at night, so I gave myself plenty of time to code words.

Just last week, he received a call from the "Ruixing" film and television production company, wanting to buy out the copyright of the novel "Floating in the Dust" he was working on and adapt it into a TV series, with a copyright fee of 10 million.

He said yes in one bite.

By dusk yesterday, the staff of the "Ruixing" film and television company immediately came to the door and took out the cooperation contract for him to sign.

In this way, by the end of his novel "Floating in the Dust", he will be able to receive 10 million royalties.

"Ruixing" Film and Television Company is one of the largest companies in the Chinese film and television industry, and the novel can be favored by the company and adapted into a TV series, which is what many Internet writers dream of!

God, years of hard work have finally seen the light of day, last night he almost couldn't sleep all night, online novel creation, from graduating from college to now, it has been six years, he has finally become a god-level character.

He, An Ziyu, has become a god!

When he let out such a cheer in his heart, a new sorrow locked his brow again.

The "Ruixing" film and television company will ask him to deliver the manuscript next month, and at his current speed, it will be a little difficult to finish this "Floating as Dust" quickly.

There are still 300,000 words before the end of the novel, and according to his current update speed, there are only 10,000 words a day, and three chapters a day. In addition, the "Ruixing" film and television company asked him to be the screenwriter, such a huge project, I am afraid that the time is only a little rushed.

I knew that such a lucky thing had befallen me, so I put the martial arts class aside at the beginning of the school year.

If you don't run a martial arts class, specialize in coding words, and there is still hope that this novel will be quickly completed within a month. Anyway, he had already drawn up an outline and a detailed outline. As long as he keeps coding words and keeps updating, he will modify the plot to be novel and eye-catching.

Then, within the time frame required by the "Ruixing" film and television company, there must be no problem in handing in the novel and its script.

blamed himself for not paying attention to the number of fans of the novels he had written on the site earlier, and was repeatedly troubled by some trivial things in life, and when he received a call from the "Ruixing" film and television company, he found that his online fans had exceeded 3 million.

God, he took a deep breath.

The newly opened "Xinlei" martial arts training center has just been on the right track, and he is really reluctant to sweep away the interest of those children, so the training institution cannot close halfway.

What's the solution?

He paced back and forth in the classroom.

Today's training ended at half past four in the afternoon, and the students gradually left. The setting sun shone obliquely into the cottage through the window at the back of the hall on the first floor. In this forty-sided hall on the first floor, a slanting shadow was cast.

The first priority was to find a ghostwriter to accompany him in writing.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, students, it's time for class, you've worked hard, teacher." Jincheng's small personality rang on time for the end of class.

It's time for elementary school to end late.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, 4:40.

There you have, Xia Menghan!

The name that popped into his head startled him.

Why her? He remembered that he had read three or five novellas in the provincial publication "Autumn Harvest", and one of the authors was named "Menghan", and he had always wanted to ask his ex-girlfriend if the author of several novels signed "Menghan" in that magazine was her.

Yes, it's time to put this situation into practice.

Xia Menghan, if you are really an amateur fiction writer, why not use a pen name?

As he thought so, he walked out of the training center.

Walking along the tree-lined concrete road, he walked to the entrance of the elementary school where his ex-girlfriend worked.

Standing opposite the entrance of the primary school, he saw that his ex-girlfriend Xia Menghan was hanging a blue ribbon guide sign, standing at the gate of the real primary school to nurse, she waved goodbye to those children who were out of school from time to time-

There was a senior female classmate who grabbed the hair of a small girl in front of her for some reason and shook it a few times. She hurried over and separated them......

Ten minutes later, the children of the primary school were almost gone, Menghan sent away the last group of elementary school students, assisted the doorman to close the gate of the primary school, turned around and entered the school gate, went to the carport next to the school gate, led her electric "little flying sparrow", stepped on, and rode out of the school gate.

"Menghan." He called out his ex-girlfriend's name and greeted him.

"Ziyu." She saw him, and the joy that flashed in her eyes was like a candle in the wind, and it was soon extinguished.

"An Ziyu," she grabbed the brakes, got off the "little flying sparrow", and roared in a dumb voice, "You dare to come to our school, be careful of bumping into Lin Xi." You brute, he can't forget that punch last time! ”

"Are you talking about the old man with the red nose?" He remembered, patted his hands twice, and then made a dashing martial arts move, "Hasn't that old man gone back yet?" Do you want to punch him again? ”

"I didn't see him go out of the school gate, I don't know if he will go out through the back school gate." Menghan leaned into the campus, "His car is not there, he may have gone on a business trip in the afternoon." An Ziyu, you impulsive guy, you have made me miserable. ”

"What's the matter?" He lowered his head to look at his ex-girlfriend with a hint of banter in his eyes, "Did the old man come to express his heart to you again?" ”

"you!" Menghan took a sip of Ziyu, "An Ziyu, I'm afraid my job title evaluation is going to be in vain." ”

"So, the consequences of that punch are really quite serious." Thinking of the funny picture of the fat old face, An Ziyu couldn't help but move the corners of his mouth.

"You still have the heart to laugh, I can't get a job title this year, and my salary can't be raised. When Xiaoyu is in the first grade of primary school, I plan to let him go to some training classes, and the training classes are tuition, and I don't hurry up to get a salary increase, and when I need money, my mother and son will probably have to tighten their belts to live. Menghan glanced at Ziyu, "An Ziyu, can you accompany me to Lin Xi's house and apologize to him for the impulsive punch last time, perhaps, his old man will let me go, and no longer play right and wrong in front of the leader, hindering my title evaluation." ”

"Let's put it off for the time being!" Ziyu said, "As far as I know, even if you work hard, you will miss the time to participate in the evaluation this year." By the way, Menghan, why didn't your son stay with you? ”

"I'm guiding today, and I'll ask my dad to take him back to Songbai Garden first." Menghan said.

Ziyu stretched his hand out of his trouser pocket and said, "Well, there is one thing I want to figure out." ”

"What's the matter?" Menghan's heart skipped a beat.

"Over the years, I have been publishing some medium-length novels in the magazine "Autumn Harvest", is the author of the signature 'Menghan' you?"

"That's what you're asking!" Menghan let out a sigh of relief and blushed at the same time, "Have you read those novels?" ”

"Yes, I happened to subscribe to this magazine, and I accidentally saw your name, which was very strange, but I was not sure that you wrote it, so I came over to ask for clarification."

"It's my work." Menghan said softly, "I'm bored in my spare time, write to have fun." After writing an email from the website of the magazine, I didn't expect it to be accepted and published, and then I wrote diligently, but in the past two years, I was busy spelling the title, and this interest was put aside for the time being. ”

"Fool, why don't you come up with a pen name that is different from your own!" Ziyu said strangely, "However, it's good that you didn't have another pen name, otherwise I wanted to find a substitute writer, and I couldn't find a ready-made good writer like you." ”

"You want me to help with your writing? Writing web novels? Menghan was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"What's going on?"

"That's right, I have a long novel that needs to be finished in a short time, and I personally have to write a screenplay, and I don't have enough time, can you help me ghostwrite, and we will write it together."

"Ghostwriting?" Menghan's eyes widened, "Me? Can I do it? ”